Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 863: 859: Li Zhaojun Goes Missing

Chapter 863: Chapter 859: Li Zhaojun Goes Missing

Zhuo Junwu was ecstatic to see Ye Fan sense nature’s spiritual energy so quickly.

“Fan’er, your spirit root is at least an Earth Spirit Root. Hahaha…” Zhuo Junwu laughed excitedly, “Once we return to the sect, we’ll confirm it with the Immortal Fate Stone.”

Hearing this, Ye Fan showed a slight smile.

He had already heard from Zhuo Junwu yesterday that seeking immortality requires a spirit root, which is rare. Among a hundred thousand people, there might not be one with a spirit root, especially on Earth where spiritual energy is extremely scarce. Among a million, there might not be one.

Spirit roots vary in quality, divided into three major levels: Heaven, Earth, and Human. Each level further divides into upper, middle, and lower three grades, making spirit roots into ninth grades.

An Earth Rank spirit root is already a very good root. Many cultivators have Human Rank spirit roots.

Ye Fan sensed nature’s spiritual energy so quickly, Zhuo Junwu estimated that Ye Fan’s spirit root might be above the middle grade of Earth Rank.

“Fan’er, calm your mind, and then begin your cultivation. Do not rush or fret. With your aptitude and comprehension, you will certainly be able to cultivate the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’ successfully.” Zhuo Junwu suppressed his excitement and encouraged Ye Fan.

Ye Fan calmly said, “Yes, Master.”

Then he closed his eyes and carefully began practicing the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

Zhuo Junwu remained by his side, guarding against any mistakes Ye Fan might make on his first attempt to practice the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

Although his old face appeared calm, internally he was almost moved to tears with joy, “Perfect, absolutely perfect! All these wasted years on Earth, a place where not even birds drop, won’t be for nothing. Sacrificing my future path to immortality — as long as Fan’er grows well, the revival of the sect is just around the corner!”

The spiritual energy on Earth is too scarce. He stayed on Earth for a full eighteen years in search of a Pure Yang body. Although his great disciple Zhou Xianyang occasionally sent him spirit stones, his cultivation level slightly regressed due to the long-term lack of spiritual nourishment. Even if he returns to Pan Gu’s secret realm in the future, he may restore his cultivation, but ascending further seems hopelessly bleak.

Yet, everything is worth it now.

Ye Fan was unaware of Zhuo Junwu’s inner thoughts. He calmed down and began practicing carefully following the heart method of the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

Three days later, Ye Fan officially reached the threshold of the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

This speed was much faster than Zhuo Junwu anticipated, filling Zhuo Junwu with joy. Ye Fan was also pleased, fearing nothing but having no way to start. Knowing the direction, persistence pays off, and eventually, the cultivation will succeed.

Once ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’ is achieved, he could restore Li Zhaojun’s personality and fulfill his promise to Lu Xiaoman.

However, it was merely finding the path of cultivation; there was still a long way before really mastering the first layer of the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Ye Fan seized the time to continue practicing.

He had taken a half-month leave; with most time remaining, he had to focus on cultivation.

On the thirteenth day, Ye Fan paused his cultivation.

Practicing continuously for so long had tired him out a bit.

Moreover, in the remaining two days, it was practically impossible to master the first layer of the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’.

He estimated it would require at least another month of practice to succeed.

He felt the time was long, but in Zhuo Junwu’s eyes, it was already incredibly fast.

“Master, I want to pause my cultivation for two days and take a trip to Hua Hai City,” Ye Fan requested Zhuo Junwu.

Zhuo Junwu smiled and said, “Go ahead. Solemn practice may not be beneficial.”

After bidding farewell to Zhuo Junwu, Ye Fan drove to Hua Hai City.

Due to his cultivation, it had been seventeen or eighteen days since he last took Li Zhaojun to see Mr. Li.

On the drive to Hua Hai City, he suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

“Zhao Jun…” Ye Fan couldn’t help but murmur to himself.

In recent months, Li Zhaojun’s condition worsened, growing increasingly cold toward him. Though she never refused weekend visits to Mr. Li, once there, she regarded everything indifferently, as if nothing related to her.

Mr. Li’s health was steadily declining. He failed to perceive the changes in Li Zhaojun, thereby avoiding any upset. Still, Ye Fan grew more worried about Mr. Li’s health.

Fortunately, things were about to improve.

In a month, he would succeed in mastering the first layer of the ‘Nine Yang Divine Skill’. Li Zhaojun, though having started practicing ‘Jade Maiden Heart Scripture’ earlier, surely hadn’t reached the third layer, and then he could restore her personality.

Thinking this, he felt somewhat invigorated.

Li Zhaojun became this way because of him, filling him with sadness and guilt for quite some time.

A little after ten in the morning, Ye Fan finally arrived in Hua Hai City. Within another half hour, he smoothly reached the Yulin Bay Villa community.

Ye Fan possessed the voice-controlled key to the villa’s front yard gate, thus directly drove into the front yard.

After parking, Ye Fan got out of the car, closed the door, and as he approached the villa, he instinctively glanced at it.

The villa was silent, with doors and windows shut, seeming uninhabited.

But Ye Fan was used to this. Since Li Zhaojun was in seclusion inside, there naturally wouldn’t be any noise.

Previously, entering this villa always made him heavy-hearted, but now it was different; his mood was light.

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Fan walked toward the villa’s door.

However, no sooner had he taken two steps than the villa’s door opened, and someone came out.

“Mr. Ye, you’re finally back!” The housekeeper Aunt Shao called out to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Hello, Aunt Shao. I’ve been busy these past ten odd days and couldn’t make it back.”

He said as he walked toward the door.

Entering the first-floor hall, Aunt Shao, following behind, said, “Miss Li left on business over ten days ago and left me here to wait for your return and deliver a letter to you. I thought you’d return in just a few days…”

Before she could finish, Ye Fan suddenly turned back, startling Aunt Shao, who instinctively stepped back a few paces.

“What did you say? She’s been gone for more than ten days?!” Ye Fan couldn’t help but ask loudly, his heart pounding, overwhelmed by intense anxiety.

“Mr. Ye, I…” Aunt Shao, intimidated by Ye Fan’s aura, was almost afraid to speak.

Ye Fan realized his reaction was too drastic, scaring the unrelated housekeeper.

He took a deep breath, reigned in his aura, and suppressed his emotions, trying to speak calmly, “I’m sorry, I overreacted just now and frightened you.”

“It’s okay,” Aunt Shao hurriedly waved her hand.

“Where’s the letter she left me?” Ye Fan asked.

Aunt Shao immediately replied, “I’ll get it for you now.”

Saying so, she quickly entered her usual resting room on the first floor and returned, handing a letter to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan took the letter, thanked Aunt Shao, and then hurriedly went upstairs, rapidly tearing open the envelope in the second-floor living room.

Inside the envelope was a folded sheet of white paper and a note with a phone number clearly written on it.

Suppressing his anxious mind, his fingers slightly trembling, Ye Fan unfolded the white paper to see only four words:

The divide between mortal and immortal.